That afternoon Micky Maguire was provided with a new suit of clothes, of which he felt very proud. The next morning, on his way to the post-office, he fell in with his old confederate, Limpy Jim, who regarded him with a glance of the most bewildering surprise.

"It aint you, Micky,--is it?" he asked, cautiously, surveying his old comrade's neat appearance. "When did you come back from the Island?"

"Shut up about the Island, Jim," said Micky. "Do I look as if I had been there?"

"You look n.o.bby," said Jim. "Where's your brush?"

"I've give up the blackin' business," said Micky.

"You have? What are you going to do? Sell papers?"

"No," said Micky, consequentially. "I'm in business on Pearl Street."

"Why," said Limpy Jim, surprised, "that's where that upstart Ragged d.i.c.k works."

"He aint an upstart, an' he aint ragged," said Micky. "He's a friend of mine, an' if you insult him, I'll lam' ye."

"O my eyes!" e.j.a.c.u.l.a.t.ed Jim, opening the organs of vision to a very wide extent; "that's the biggest joke I ever heerd of."

"You'll hear of a bigger one pretty quick," said Micky, rolling up his sleeves, and squaring off scientifically.

Limpy Jim, who had a respect for Micky's prowess, incontinently fled, surveying Micky from a safe distance, with a look in which surprise seemed to mingle with incredulity.

It may seem strange, but, from that time forth, d.i.c.k had no firmer friend than Micky Maguire, who, I am glad to say, though occasionally wayward, improved vastly, and became a useful employe of the establishment which he had entered. Of course both in ability and education, though in the last he gained considerably, he was quite inferior to d.i.c.k; but he was advanced as he grew older to the position of porter, where his strength stood him in good stead. His pay increased also, and through d.i.c.k's influence he was saved from vicious habits, and converted from a vagabond to a useful member of society.

And now, almost with regret, I find myself closing up the record of d.i.c.k's chequered career. The past with its trials is over; the future expands before him, a bright vista of merited success. But it remains for me to justify the t.i.tle of my story, and show how d.i.c.k acquired "Fame and Fortune." I can only hint briefly at the steps that led to them.

In six months, at the age of seventeen, d.i.c.k succeeded to Mr. Gilbert's place with a salary, to commence with, of one thousand dollars. To this an annual increase was made, making his income at twenty-one, fourteen hundred dollars. Just about that time he had an opportunity to sell his up-town lots, to a gentleman who had taken a great fancy to them, for five times the amount he paid, or five thousand dollars. His savings from his salary amounted to about two thousand dollars more.

Meanwhile Mr. Rockwell's partner, Mr. Cooper, from ill health felt obliged to withdraw from business, and Richard, to his unbounded astonishment and gratification, was admitted to the post of junior partner, embarking the capital he had already acc.u.mulated, and receiving a corresponding share of the profits. These were so large that Richard was able to increase his interest yearly by investing his additional savings, and three years later he felt justified in offering his hand to Ida Greyson, whose partiality to d.i.c.k had never wavered. He was no longer Ragged d.i.c.k now, but Mr. Richard Hunter, junior partner in the large firm of Rockwell & Hunter. Mr. Greyson felt that even in a worldly way d.i.c.k was a good match for his daughter; but he knew and valued still more his good heart and conscientious fidelity to duty, and excellent principles, and cheerfully gave his consent. Last week I read d.i.c.k's marriage in the papers, and rejoiced in his new hopes of happiness.

So d.i.c.k has achieved FAME and FORTUNE,--the fame of an honorable and enterprising man of business, and a fortune which promises to be very large. But I am glad to say that d.i.c.k has not been spoiled by prosperity.

He never forgets his humble beginnings, and tries to show his sense of G.o.d's goodness by extending a helping hand to the poor and needy boys, whose trials and privations he understands well from his own past experience. I propose in my next story to give an account of one of these boys, and shall take the opportunity to give further information in regard to some of the characters introduced in this volume. This story, the third in the Ragged d.i.c.k series; will be ent.i.tled

MARK, THE MATCH BOY; OR, RICHARD HUNTER'S WARD.